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A gypsy camp in the village of Zarichevo. Part Two.

The continuation of the article about the visit to the camp of "Volokhy" (white gypsies) in the village of Zarichevo, Perechyn district. The first part.

A sleeping cat outside on the window sill.

It is an element of luxury. Who of children have such a car is an excessively bluffy. When we walked along the road to the museum, I asked our guide whether he went to school. "Of course", the boy replied. "And what form in?" I specified. "I do not know", he replied. Incidentally, I dropped a phrase in a conversation with the owner's wife that our guide did not know what form he went. The woman shook her head sadly and said that only her children of all the camp went to school in Perechyn. And everything was bad with a little boy. Recently, his parents had died. Nine children were left. He was one of them. The camp, of course, help as it can, and the gypsy children learn to survive in a cruel adult world in early childhood, but, however, a fact is to face. There are nine orphans. It is nearly an ordinary case for the community.

We viewed the museum, said good-bye, made donation leading hostess in a stupor and forced to spill the sincere thanks, we went back to the road. Our guide merged from the bushes and continued to chat. It turned out that there were not one but two "prayer houses" in the settlement, as he expressed. Why there were two, he did not know, but adults said that "they have quarreled and now go to pray in different houses". Incidentally, both houses of prayer are the only building similar to a normal house.

This is a house, felled from the sleepers in the center of the camp.

And at the next turn we were waiting for ... The rumor about guests in the camp was spread very quickly. A crowd of kids clustered at the site and begged to take some pictures of them. I could not pass by and made70 shots. I’ve just watched snapshots - what emotions they cause...

And at the next turn our old friends "metal collectors" swarmed. They found sticking out of the stream metal construction, and for half an hour they dug it so that they were able to separate a few large pieces. The joy of boys knew no bounds. I came up, asked how much they got for taken metal. I was killed on the spot by the answer. Nine cents were paid a gypsy for delivered kilogram of scrap-metal. Small gypsies immediately showed off knowledge on the subject "white metal is more expensive and red one - generally expensive". They did not know the price for non-ferrous metals, because it was the prerogative of adult collectors.

And this young gentleman does not collect metal but all sorts of useful gizmos. It is his narrow specialization.

It is how the landfill looks, combined with a compost heap on the bank of the creek, just below the center of the village.

This segment of the creek is for washing rugs and mats.

An "ironing board" is in the foreground. How did the process of ironing take place I did not figured out.

It is a gypsy classic. From the left to the right. It is a well, a fountain, an abode hut with one room to store hay in the loft, a stall for horses.

The horse, heard voices, poked its nose to glance who was going. It saw the hay, and somehow lost interest in us.

Our guide rushed to the horse in a rush to make it properly pay attention to the guests. Made this one shot, I suddenly realized I still did not know the name of our guide. I asked, hoping to hear something in the style of "Arpi". It turned out - "Sergey". I noticed the inscription «BODY GUARD» on the sleeve of Sergry’s jacket and realized that I had made the right choice of the guide.

Sergey: And where are you from? (in a local dialect) We: From Uzhhorod ... Sergey: And where is it? We: Don’t you know? It is behind Perechyn, it is a big town ... Sergey: Ah-ah-ah-ah, it's clear I have been only in Perechyn.

At the exit of the camp Sergey got one more ruble trifle and promised to lead any tours which would be needed. "It is easy to find me. You see there, on the hill my hut is, and on the left my horse is". And then he happily waved to us, until we got into the car and drove away.

That's the tops here, comrades. In terms of the resulting charge of emotions, probably, it is the best point which has been visited this winter.

05.10.2012. 10:44

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